you love the sound of sorry // nimiusx:
pupils dilate as she speaks. a symptom of his bodies reaction to a flight or fight situation. should he simply change the subject and keep from speaking on this. lie perhaps? blue irises stare back into her own, a slight shift in color between his and hers. a slight difference in appearance as she speaks to him. her eyes yearning for him to say he understand her predicament but in truth, he’s never slept with anyone. so he’s the farthest from understanding what she’s speaking on. but the good thing about zach is that sometimes, his psychopathic tendencies give him an ability some others don’t have. the ability to PRETEND so well that he fools everyone. a nod of his head comes as she asks him if he believes her. ‘ sure, how were you supposed to know he was a sleazeball? ‘ eyes never learn her own, never once give away that he’s less than sure about her knowledge of the boy’s apparent girlfriend. in truth, it’s none of zach’s business in the first place. melrose was simply someone to spend time with that didn’t make him want to jump off the first cliff. or push someone off. her decisions to have sex with whoever she wanted wasn’t a large interest to him. but this time, there had been a pang of something in his chest when she had admitted to it. that couldnt possibly be–jealousy. ‘just keep THAT to yourself. don’t want people talkin’. ‘
EXPECTATION takes over the ocean in her eyes ; truth was that melrose had no idea wether or not the boy understood her ( then again , no one fully did ) , but maybe she wasn’t looking for that . perhaps what the girl truly wanted was reassurance , to have someone agree with her && the way she saw things . melrose never bothered relating to people ; the times where she’d ask questions were very few , but it wasn’t her fault --- she simply wasn’t interested in anything they could offer . why talk about the world outside of sweet water when her own interpretation of reality was much better ??
the relief in her expression is obvious when the brunette hears zach’s words in agreement ; mel knew she could count on him !! ❝ yes , exactly !! just ... people are so strange . ❞ shoulders shrug in slight indifference . a part of her wonders whether or not to feel bad , to feel guilty , but she doesn’t focus on it --- instead , her attention falls upon the girl’s very own brown curls , soon to have delicate fingertips comb through && toy with them whilst a wandering gaze studies the surroundings . everything is quiet , as usual , until zach’s familiar voice breaks the silence once again ; HIS REMARK brings a puzzled look to her face , confused eyes paired with a raised eyebrow . ❝ ... why would anyone talk about that ?? you don’t , do you ?? ❞
